The younger set. She snorted slightly, but she guessed to some people she was the younger set. She didn't feel young. She felt out of touch with the actual younger set. "Yeah, but when I watch people they think they're in trouble and run away," she quipped. Though she guessed in fairness, if she wasn't a person of authority, she'd be a little weirded out if someone who was was watching her.
She shrugged. "Quiet bars were no one knows your name," she replied with a slight twist of her lips. But that was true enough; people here knew people, if not by name at least by face, and Jacksonville was just bigger. Less personal. Less likely to run into people she knew. "I keep thinking I should try to make friends here but ..." Another shrug as she gazed across the field as the sky started to turn toward twilight. "I dunno. I grew up where I grew up, how I grew up, and everyone knew ... me. My brothers. My dad, my grandpa. Everyone knew them, and knew me, and it was like this giant extended family. I come here and on top of the weird shit, I don't know anyone."
She frowned. "Which isn't as self-pitying as it sounds. It's just weird."